" You won't. I'm a ghostwriter ... a book doctor. Some celebrity will sell his memoirs to a publisher and they discover he can't express himself worth...shit. I get called in to make his stuff readable." Who have you ghost-written for?" she asked."Now that I can't tell you -- I'm bound by confidentiality agreements. I'm sure you'd be appalled at who can't write to save their lives." He set down the battery while awaiting the elevator. "I normally take the stairs but not while carrying this sow.". I thought for 30 secs then removed my t-shirts then my shorts now I removed my 95 cms black jockey underwear and my dick gleamed in the white light.I checked the corridor from the secret eye on the entry door of my flat. Mr. Ahuja from 6th floor was standing in my corridor and I could see that 300 secs had already passed. He was putting some lights there. I got irritated and I got an idea and called Mr. Ahuja.Me:-hi sir, please come immediately on the 5th floor.Ahuja:-I am in front of your flat. Including me.The train doors close and the carriage begins to move. As I’m facing towards the back of the train I fall forwards towards Prick. It takes me by surprise and I raise my hand up to steady myself, placing my hand in his stomach by accident.“Oh, I’m so sorry” I say but he doesn’t even flinch. What a prick.The journey continues a little longer and there is another sudden lurch from the carriage and I fall forwards again, this time my head touches his shoulder and my hand again. Lady luck must be with me that time when every thing that I dreamed about to see her naked body becomes real and its happening just about 1½ meter from my hiding place. My dick is so hard until I have to stroke it slowly while looking at the arousing view in front of me. She the go towards a table beside her bed with a huge glass mirror until you can see your whole body inside the mirror if you stand in front of it.What is she going to do after that is surprising me to death and makes the.